poem – MAGAZINE

My Words

The words we write can go far and wide
Into hundreds of hands and minds…

i am in pieces
a tornado, blown open, a belt wrapped like a noose, tight around old scars…

Lover embracing, tracing your
fingers down my spine, unraveling pages of being entwined…

My breath grieves the veneer of
Love lost in shattered limbs that lay beyond the Oakwood…

If I were right beside you, I’d
whisper into the caverns of
your ears…

Somewhere beneath the depths of who I am now
Is who I once used to be…

I wrote these last Summer in the final days of being a teenager…

Watered down sunlight sneaks inside,
Past the dirty, aged glass of the windows…

I try to be the most honest with me…